Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 286 - 208: Truly a Murderous Maniac_3

Fear spread rapidly among the team members like a plague, and everyone could truly sense the omnipresent threat of death.

"All assault teams, pay attention, immediately tighten defenses, retreat to the sixth floor, meet up with Team One, and guard the hostages together!"

Fortunately, the commander made a prompt decision, adjusting the battle deployment via walkie-talkie.

Upon receiving the retreat order, the remaining members did not dare to delay any further.

They reacted quickly, holding assault rifles, with their dark muzzles vigilantly pointing in all directions, while hastily moving towards the sixth floor.

The green light from the night vision goggles illuminated a small area, the dust particles in the halo were clearly visible, further highlighting the dark silence around.

Any slight noise triggered a burst of bullets firing instantly.

The flashes from the muzzles intermittently brightened and dimmed the surroundings, also reflecting the terror on the team members’ faces.

In the abandoned factory, shadows flickered in and out like ghosts, each appearance claiming a life, mercilessly devouring them.

It seemed as if the darkness had become Fang Cheng’s ally.

Helping him to escape and hide in dire situations, and launching deadly assaults at the most unexpected times.

Even the infrared detectors and motion sensors set up everywhere were never triggered.

A game of cat and mouse had evolved into a game of mouse catching the cat.

No.

Perhaps from the beginning, it was just a group of mice trying to catch a cat, their natural predator.

By the time they retreated to the sixth floor, out of the original team of 19 members, only 6 remained.

The drastic casualty numbers weighed heavily on every survivor’s heart.

Yet this thrilling battle of life and death was far from over.

Inside the surveillance room, the atmosphere was also very oppressive.

Shadow watched intently as the TV screen turned into a static haze.

After continuously changing combat orders, he was no longer as composed as before, his expression solemn and even a bit unsightly.

It frustrated him that such heavy casualties had occurred under his command, yet he still hadn’t clearly seen what abilities the opponent used.

"Do you need my help? It seems that this Murderer’s abilities are somewhat similar to yours."

The hoodie-wearing man’s deep voice broke the suffocating silence.

He crossed his arms, leaning slightly forward, his gaze also fixed on the screen, brimming with eagerness to act.

Shadow slowly shook his head saying:

"No need for now, the opponent’s aim is to rescue someone, and to enter the top floor of the workshop, there is only one passage and one door; anyone showing up will get riddled with bullets."

"The remaining team members just have to guard the hostages and wait for the target to walk into the trap; I’m curious to see what tricks he can still pull."

His voice was still steady, but the emphasized tone betrayed the turmoil in his heart.

This mysterious Assassin has not yet shown any obvious Special Abilities.

Shadow narrowed his eyes slightly, pondering in thought.

Could it be merely precise Gun Skill and physical Enhancement?

"Eh, what is he doing wandering around like that? Isn’t it obvious that the hostages are being held on the top floor of the sixth floor?"

The hoodie-wearing man suddenly pointed at the screen, speaking with a look of surprise.

In the surveillance footage of the fourth floor, the mysterious Assassin appeared again, casually moving around the workshop, with no apparent intention to head directly to where the hostages were held.

Just then, the camera footage began to flicker and turn black, evidently being destroyed by Fang Cheng.

Shadow immediately realized something:

"He plans to kill everyone in the workshop first, then go rescue the person..."

After a brief shock, a strange glint surfaced in Shadow’s eyes, and his lips slightly curled upwards,

The hoodie-wearing man, hearing this, breathed heavier, muttering to himself:

"Truly a Murderer who could ruthlessly kill two hundred people..."

This action stirred the chord named "excitement" within him.